The Longest Weekend

I'm sure what I'm about to write won't go over to well with some readers.  That's fine.  I'm sure I sound like a grumpy old man who is shaking his fist.  I've come to terms with that.  Maybe I just hate fun.  Maybe.

The first long weekend of the summer is upon us, and once again I need to complain. 

Cottagers.

Cottagers punctuate my perfect peace and congest my daily activities.

Once again, I long for the work week to return, and better yet, Labour Day.

Peace

The holiday weekend is over, and Maple Lake is quiet once again.  Clouds have moved in, and I don't mind.  We need some rain.  It will be a peaceful, calm day....with no fireworks.

A chaotic lake, and loud cottagers make me appreciate days like this so much.  I like it when everyone goes home.  Somewhere inside of me, there is a grumpy old man shaking his fist.  I'm okay with that.